Tomorrow was Christmas and we were still crossing the Rocky Mountains. We had hoped to reach Oregon City before now. However, we had been delayed by the harsh weather, unforeseen wagon repairs, and the need for our oxen to rest more than anticipated. We would not reach our destination for another four to six weeks depending on what adverse conditions lay ahead. That means Christmas will not be normal this year. It will be hard to look at my children tomorrow knowing there will be no fancy dinner or presents. Just family, a tent, and the cold snow.
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The Hardest Christmas
Historical FictionIt was the hardest Christmas but in some ways the most rewarding. Though we struggled for food and gifts we had each other. That is what we clung to that Christmas. Our Family. This cover was created by me using Canva All rights reserved
